Easy to understand
Hating it here.
Those freakish winds
Bringing a bright
Crowded with leaves
Filling it with
Drive us out
Faded winter sun.
Over the canyons
The high resorts
Simply stayed indoors.
Views – starlight over
The frigid moon
And we agreed.
Iron horses rusting
With wings outspread.
The water’s edge
Motionless as lead.

This is a haikuization  of Mark Strand’s Life in the Valley